My American Dick By Kumaralingam
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My American Dick Chapter 8
By Kumaralingam
Dick and I lay panting for some time till we gathered our breath and senses. I could my hole still fully stretched and opened, my ass lips had come out and were swollen. He bent down to inspect my battered pussy and as if by trained reflex, he licked it with his tongue sniffing and kissing my now very sore cunt. Then I told him I felt like going to the bathroom. He helped me up and my legs went weak on me. He steadied me and led me to the loo.
"Poor baby! Have I tired you out? Come, let me wash you clean," He said.
Then like a mother with a child, he took the water-jet and sprayed my ass clean, showering kisses on my head and face. The cool water relieved me.
"Come to my bedroom," I said, "The bed there is clean."
"I shall after a shower, you go ahead," he replied.
Sun was streaming through the window when I stirred awake. My whole body ached. I could hear Dick's even breathing behind my head. I squirmed and stretched my legs. I flexed my shoulders and changed position to face Dick. He lay naked on top of the sheets on his side facing me. His blond hairy torso looked so beautiful in the morning sunlight. I lay there just staring at his body, memorising visually each part in minute detail. He smelt clean and of shampoo. Not me, alas! I stank of cum and perspiration both his and mine. The thought made me restless. I was thirsty and I wondered what the time was. I turned again to pick up my phone from the side table to see the time.
It was 6:30 my normal waking time. We had gone to sleep at 2:30 or even later. It was too early to wake him up. I got up quietly and went and had some water and opened a carton of juice from the mini-bar. The liquid and the sugar revived me. I went to his bathroom to have a shower. His room still reeked of our sex. I opened the windows to change the air.
I had a shower and realised my ass was still quite sore from the pounding it had received the previous night. I then poured out two glasses of orange juice and went to see if Dick was up or near waking.
I placed the glasses on his side table and went round to my side.
"Good Morning," he sang out. He was awake and was playing with a hard on.
"Does that monster ever sleep?" I asked.
"Apparently not when you are around it seems," he replied, pulling me to him.
He nuzzled my neck and put my hand on his hard cock. We kissed softly and played with each other's cock and balls. I played with his body hair and he again marvelled at my boobs. He made soft love to them with his tongue and mouth, masturbating my cock with his hands. I was soon panting and cumming all over his hairy chest. He rubbed my cock on his hairy nipples and then straightened up. He gently pushed me down so that my boobs were at the level of his leaking cock. He then took my cum from his chest and used it to masturbate his cock on my tits. Within minutes he was pressing his cock on my chest and cumming all over it. He pulled me up again and kissed me passionately.
"I could get used to that wake up call," he said.
I purred, like a grateful cat, rubbing his semen on my chest and nipples. It smelled so fragrant, I could use it like a cologne.
We held hands and drank our juice. He told me that we had done so well in the business with Mahadevan's company that he had called Chennai last night and told the office that he was giving me a long weekend off to visit my family. We need not go back to Chennai that day. He asked whether I wished to go visit my family or to join him on a weekend trip to Ooty in the Nilgiri hills? It was Friday morning and we would return to Chennai on Sunday night.
You can guess what I chose.